Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zones, artist - ¡MAYDAY!. Album song Mursday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.06.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Zones |
¡MURSDAY! |
Come on, Come on! |
Get up, Get up! |
Yeah, Yeah! |
Jump, jump! |
What up though, this ¡MURSDAY! |
Know the game wanted this in the worst way |
Like a nigga tryna fuck on the first date |
From the West Coast that’s my birth place |
L.A., CA, all day I stay in Dodger blue and gray |
Do It Big Keep It Strange |
All day from the 8−1-6 to the M-I-A! |
I’m like ooohh eeee naturally |
These muhfuckas all live in a fantasy |
Schoolyard MC, no sympathy |
I got a bone to pick with they faculty |
They ain’t a fan of me and my friends |
Always bangin' beats on they bench |
Wanna keep us under their lens 'till we burn like ants |
'Cause we the chosen |
Give me that table knock |
Friends went and had babies and changed the locks |
Got a job at a desk where they slave for the checks |
And they judged me just 'cause I drink a lot |
God Damn |
See me, I’ma be that monster, pray for props |
Let 'em all have paper and race for stocks |
All I ever needed was to bang tabletops! |
Bang-bang-bangin' on these tabletops! |
Bangin', we bangin', we bangin', we bangin' |
Bangin', we bangin', bangin' on these tabletops! |
Fuck all y’all it’s my turn |
In the past year wanna know what I learned |
Everybody wanna be the next hot shit |
Don’t nobody wanna feel that fire burn |
Don’t nobody wanna work hard now |
On the internet feelin' like stars now |
But if you got funk then swing monkey |
If not then put them bars down |
Never was a popular kid, a social misfit |
I just wrote rhymes and chased bitches |
Battle any mothafucka talkin' slick shit |
Chip on my shoulder size of Texas |
That’s how I learned natural selection |
Skippin' class to go learn my lesson |
SP12 and MPC weapons |
All became my personal obsession |
Respect direction |
Deck the henchman |
Best invention since the next dimension |
My venom is a sentiment of sexual tension |
I bang out hard when the wenches crept in, the end |
This’ll be the shit that’ll keep 'em all down lo-pro guessin' |
Got my knuckles on the table down flexin' |
Strechin' the words 'till it fits my reflection |
On the verge of a nervous breakthrough |
With my crew with a magnum of grey goose |
Dodging all the haters and the fake crews |
While we take the crown out at paid dues |
I’m on Faygo and two shots |
With ¡MURSDAY! |
comin' up to the top |
Everybody wanna be the top dawg |
But ain’t never drug their knuckles on tabletops |
Bang-bang-bangin' on these tabletops! |
Bangin', we bangin', we bangin', we bangin' |
Bangin', we bangin', bangin' on these tabletops! |